Cristina Jill

Late Ripeness “Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before. I was not separated from people, grief and pity joined us. We forget - I kept saying - that we are all children of the King. For where we come from there is no division into Yes and No, into is, was, and will be. We were miserable, we used no more than a hundredth part of the gift we received for our long journey. Moments from yesterday and from centuries ago - a sword blow, the painting of eyelashes before a mirror of polished metal, a lethal musket shot, a caravel staving its hull against a reef - they dwell in us, waiting for a fulfillment. I knew, always, that I would be a worker in the vineyard, as are all men and women living at the same time, whether they are aware of it or not.” ~ Czeslaw Milosz ~ My name is Cristina Jill Mosqueda Cooper. I pause looking at my name, and think about how much there is to explain with those words alone. My mother gave me a name to use in each of my worlds, Cristina for my Cuban life, and Jill for the American life. I suppose it is there were the paradoxes of my life began. I have been many things in my life, from a housekeeper to a high school history teacher; but no matter what else I did, I was always a writer. I love words and the power and passion which they can be used to create. I love reading words, writing words, speaking words, and listening to words – especially words from people that I love and respect. It is my desire to live life on my own terms, and willingly or not, I have paid the price demanded, by the world, to be myself. I share my life with Kate, with whom I have lived for the last 23 years, and Miss Merry Margaret, our little mutt who really is the world’s most perfect dog. I also travel, cook, garden, sculpt, and make large messes doing all of the above. Welcome to my world, that is all for now.

Web Site: http://thatisallfornow.com


A View from the Road

May 9, 2010

Leaving Santa Fe, New Mexico, we spotted this perfect adobe house – the only thing missing were the hollyhocks.
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Travel

May 9, 2010

        For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake.  The great affair is to move. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~   Make it Memorable   When I was in second grade, we lived in Brockton, Massachusetts.  On a chilly and overcast day,...
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Art

May 9, 2010

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~        Mischief and Repose by John William Godward This is one of my favorite paintings hanging at The J. Paul Getty Museum, in Los Angles, California.  Mischief and Repose, 1893.  The...
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From the Editor

May 5, 2010
From the Editor

“I am now going to be able to vote!” When I first asked Marcial, how he felt about becoming an American citizen, he warmly smiled and said: Great!  I am now going to be able to vote!  It was, of course, the perfect answer. Yesterday, we had the privilege of witnessing what for some...
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Travel Tips

April 27, 2010

Coffee! I have always enjoyed a good cup of coffee; though I was not a regular morning coffee person until the last few years. I will confess that when I think of coffee, I am speaking of espresso – otherwise known to me as Cuban coffee. I like it hot, strong,...
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Art

April 26, 2010

  To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~         Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. ~William Blake ~   I know I promised to leave the Spaniards but how can I not share Adam and...
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The Poet’s Corner

April 26, 2010
The Poet’s Corner

The Brass Ring Faded dreams, wishes outgrown, and hope turned to sorrow. The morning after, the lights have faded, the music has stopped, and alone we are left. What matters now – scattered pieces of what we dreamed might be? The carousel has come to a standstill. The ride is over, and the dreams...
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A View from the Road

April 26, 2010

Portsmouth New Hampshire I wonder what goes on behind all of those lovely, white picket fences?
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From the Editor

April 20, 2010
From the Editor

“The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.” ~John Steinbeck~ Why not be kind? Recently, I watched as a man in his late 70’s to early 80’s, helped his wife...
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Travel

April 18, 2010
Travel

  For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake.  The great affair is to move. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~     Staycation   I am not a fan of the word staycation, the notion of saving money by vacationing close to home, but I...
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